Sometimes when I hear what my friends living in a city pay for their flats, I'm silently thankful and happy for having found this tiny little house for this cheap. Of course, I still have to pay the monthly mortgage to the local bank, but it is not killing me. So, yeah, finding myself in this kind of a situation is a result of long years of misadventures and depression. And I'm so glad that during those years I never gave up my dream. Metaphorically speaking, it might be that I was too injured to stand up, so I had to crawl. But I had a direction to crawl to, and sometimes I had to pause to rest, but the direction stayed the same.

Hehe, when the stores are open again, I have to go buy a bottle of whiskey so that I can raise a glass for this =)

Well, as I have said in the opening post and in some comments since that - one of the reasons of writing this blog is my wish to encourage people. If a penniless depressed hippie like me could find and afford a place like this, then heck any of you can =)